The Daemon


That mystical daemon

came ages now past

baring sacred cups of

divine intoxication for

all that would dare take a sip


The sacred genii

comes to me now

holding tightly to

a bottle of his love

daring me to drink the whole

of his elixir of inspiration


The blessed angels

will come to you soon

carrying a flask of creation

tempting you to take a sip

(or possibly like me the whole tankard

in one go)

passing on the onus of creation

to you, the artist of life,

creator of love


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